"Oh dear..." The woman scrambled to her feet while hurriedly apologizing to Fan Wu, "It's my fault for being so clumsy, I didn't hurt you, did I, strong man?"
But her way of getting up was not normal.
Instead, she adopted a prone position, one hand clinging to Fan Wu's shoulder while the other rested on his chest.
Her head lay next to Fan Wu's face, her chin resting on his shoulder, her lips less than an inch from his ear, she whispered pitifully, "Strong man, people outside are slaughtering game and preparing meat and drink; it will take at least an hour."
"So?" Fan Wu moved his gaze to her side profile, the only sentence he had uttered since the woman entered, and it was a brief and shocking one.
"So..." The woman gently took hold of Fan Wu's wrist and placed his hand on her slender waist, drawing her body closer to his.
